I’m sorry Sosa i fell in love with a thotty

(The real child of drama)

[Verse 1]
Wanna act like a backdoor setup, bitch
All my opps get wet up, bitch
You switch sides, ain't say none
Go over there and stay there
Anybody wanna play a fuckin' mind game, I ain't finna play fair
I'm ballin' like I'm at the Mayfair
I'm runnin' shit up, Jesse Owens (Ugh)
I fell in love wit' a thotty, but only one time, I thought she wasn't goin'
On chief, that lil bitch goin'
On chief, I had to say sorry to Keef
Bro say he don't wan' beef no mo', ain't no point in sayin' sorry to me
(Nah, for real, dawgy)
Ain't no bettin' wit' the mafia
Shoutout my niggas that's all in the mafia
La familia, go make a million
This shit in and not on me, young nigga
Used to be a young– (Lame)
I used to be a lil lonely young nigga
Now all these bitches is on me, young nigga
I'm tryna tell 'em how to win
I'm rappin' 'bout how I see shit through my eyes
Bitch, what you would do for a Klondike? (Bar)
Bitch, what you would do for a million?
Anything, you gon' jump through the ceilin'
Stay there, lil bitch, stay there
Twenty-four hours, tell me, can you spend a day there? (Damn)
Damn, I'll give you some money (Damn)

[Refrain]
You know
Growin' up, I always been a lil different from— you feel me?
People around me and my surroundings, but– you feel me?
We the same, you feel me?
We see the same shit
Growin' up, I always wanted to ask Keef, like–
How it feel to be different?, like—
That's how I feel
Like, not to shit on nobody, but I feel like—
These niggas where I'm from, like—
We really not one in the same, but—
We the same, for real, but—
(Fuck it, ain't 'posed to be the same)
Can't really, like—
Can't really put my finger on the shit

[Verse 2]
Hey
Only twenty-one, but I done grown bands
Get money like I'm a grown man
I know how to be my own man
Pops had taught me; Ain't nobody finna come and hold you're hand
Ain't nobody finna save you in this shit
You finna have to go get you some money
You finna have to go get you some
You finna have to get you some blicks
You took your money and bought you some Rick's (God, damn)
Hey, them young niggas, they took they money and went bought sticks (God, damn)
Hey, them young niggas went to they money and bought 'em some switch (God, damn)
Shit won't cost no money, I'ma call up my blitz (Call up my blitz, huh)
I told a bitch wit' some double-d's calm her tits (Calm yo' tits)
They tried to blick at the homie, they shot then missed (They shot them missed)
They tried to blick at the homie, he here, it's a blessin' (He here, it's a blessin', ugh)
I want the green, not the salad, I don't want dressin' (I don't want dressin', bitch)
I smoke an ounce in a day, told bro I'm stressin' (Told bro I'm stressin', bitch)
Told the bitch I'll come out the house for the day, really, I'm Jeffery (Really, I'm Jeffery, bitch)
Told the bitch I only come out the house for the pape' (Ayy)

(The real child of drama)